Awakening…

You put a brick inside my mouth
And threw me in the ground,
Hoping I would never
Come around again.

Put a sickle
Round my neck,
And prayed to God
That I stay dead…

But I’m awake
And I remember
Everything.

Thanatophobia…

I fear death so,
I sometimes forget:
It is for every phobia –
an expiration date.